Friday, 12 August 2016

A Fanciful Whim

It rained that day
On a haven's bay
A soothsayer with cards
Waited on a barren yard

Those questions on his mind
With greed was he blind
He met the sorcerer's eyes
Like fire striking ice

"Oh you boy
What do you wish?
The cards on a deck
Are awaiting your pick

"But wisely choose your pick
And do not frown
As your fortune lay strewn
By the candle wick"

"'Riches' all I want
Of world and wide
As happiness to me
Is what diamonds provide"

"So be it"
said the tarot wizard
"It will rain gold
Instead of hail and cold"

With excitement he cried
Hopped and danced around
Alas what he found
His hopes down profound

Sad it was a dream
A fanciful whim
He rubs his eyes
None hears his utter cries



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16 comments:

  1. Gosh, this is absolutely incredible writing Anusha :D It's well known that the power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable; for the happy impute all their success to prudence and merit. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Thank you for yoyr appreciation Sanaa

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  2. I can see how sometimes wishes for riches can be the worst if they come true... a Midas touch indeed.

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  3. Tender and musical write Anusha - I wall be back to see what you write next... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  4. Nice and fanciful tale; luv that you used rhyme

    much love...

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  5. A great tale of fantasy...so enjoyed your fable. Thanks for sharing.

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  6. I really like your poem. One never knows what Tarot will say. I wish I could write in verse but alas, it escapes me and I only can free-form. :)

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  7. After reading this poem, this is the phrase that comes to mind: "Be careful what you wish for."

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  8. I enjoyed the story and lesson too. Thanks for sharing!

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  9. A dream like this can be perplexing sometimes, fading the boundaries of reality and fantasy.

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